The same wind that pummeled our naked trees dropped so many feet of snow to the north of us, that I felt guilty feeling sad for having to stay inside in our milder winter weeks.
But today it left us and pushed the clouds north leaving behind our first sunny and almost warm day.
I realized that 50 mile-per-hour winds would delay the flying of our osprey. They are amazing and return within three days of St. Patrick's Day here in the USA. Today is St. Patrick's Day. Pinch me...I am married to an Irishman. They should return any day now. First the one and then the other.
Each morning and at lunch and in the evening, I pass the kitchen window and look out carefully across the river to see if they have arrived. I see that their well-engineered nest which they built in the trees across the river a few years ago has survived the winds. They could not move the geese off the platform we built.
The osprey that built a nest on the utility pole at the art museum a few miles away has returned. I heard their call while weeding our children's garden there and my heart jumped a beat.
Our osprey must be on its way. I will have to wait and see if they put sticks on the platform or move back into that awkward collection of sticks in the trees.
It will all depend on how much they want to redecorate, I guess.